Hopeful Pleas

She sees the seas, waving free
Lost in transition from birds to bees
Stung at ideas of hopeful pleas
A blink of a chance, falls to its knees

Wind wafts blocks of wistful locks
Blond affair, placed on a dare
With a turn, our star throws glares
On rosy cheeks, a red Astaire

A lonely dock, she's anchored on sight
Focused, hopeless, on dreams uncaught
Aspiration gone, like a headache of calm
Cured away by eyes proved again

Sit beside, and you'll see eyes
Disguised by naive, washed with pride
Yet she feels pain, despair, just abide
Left at the door of marriage arranged